If you haven't read part 1 then I would suggest you do for background and a fuller understanding of what is happening. If you can't be bothered, then in summary the principal character Sally is a ghost and like all ghosts has a lot of sex.
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"My name is Sally Smith and six months ago, my boyfriend pushed me under a bus."
"Hi Sally," the circle of ghosts responded.
"My name is John Longstaff and in 1732 I was trampled to death by my cows," said a nice young man dressed in a peasant smock made of sackcloth.
"Hi John," I echoed with the rest of my fellow ghosts.
I had been attending these ghost help meetings weekly for the past few months not just to try to come to terms with being dead but also for some great sex. The thing about ghosts is for some reason being dead seems to increase their sex drive and decrease their inhibitions. I have to say there is something pretty hot about fucking on stage in front of a couple of thousand people even if they can't see you.
As the group leader droned on about transition triggers, I was making a mental list of the sex acts I had committed this month. I was thinking about which combinations were outstanding as I like to do everything each month when something he said caught my attention.
"From what I have learnt," he said earnestly, "Transitions seem to occur when something that was unresolved in life is resolved in death."
Most of the older ghosts wanted to transition as soon as possible and if you ever got trapped by one they would drone on and on about how they had been around forever and just wanted to, "Get on with their death."
What I had been thinking about was the fact that my revenge on my bastard cheating ex-boyfriend and his slut girlfriend had yet to be exacted. This was something that I needed to turn my attention to as soon as possible.
The meeting was interrupted as a couple of youngsters burst into the room giggling like school kids and I wouldn't have put either of them that much over 18.
"Stop it Dave," said the girl pushing the hands of her partner away who was trying to reach under her skirt.
"Awwww come on Mandy, let me go first I am your boyfriend after all," said the boy not stopping his attempts to reach under her skirt.
It was quite a common occurrence to be interrupted by the living who had no idea they were surrounded by ghosts who were watching their every move. This pair were no exception as to them they were alone in the meeting room of a community hall, but to me, they were being watched by a dozen or so randy ghosts. You could tell the ghosts were randy as some of them had already got their cocks out and were working them as they watched the couple, offering suggestions that fell on deaf ears but drew murmurs of encouragement from the other ghosts.
"Go on son," said one old man, "Don't take no for an answer, fuck her brains out whether she wants it or not."
"Have some sense of propriety," said an older posh woman though it was clear by her flushed face the heavy petting she was watching was having an effect on her. Her arousal was further evidenced by the fact that she was using her hand to work the cock of a man standing next to her as they both watched the scene before them.
Dave had his cock out and Mandy had her hand wrapped around it and was slowly working it up and down. I have to say for an 18-year-old lad he had a pretty impressive package and was clearly proud of it. A couple of the female ghosts had craned forward to get a good view and one even tried to touch it but her hand passed through.
Mandy had her top wide open and her bra pushed up revealing a nice pair of breasts that still had the buoyancy of youth.
"She has nice tits," laughed Emma who was beside me, "But not as nice as yours." As she said that she slipped her hand inside my blouse and under my bra, tweaking my nipple and making me moan with pleasure.
Emma was a lesbian I had met in the first few hours after my death and we had hooked up occasionally since then when our paths crossed. She loved to take me to places where she knew lesbians would be and then finger me as I watched them writhe around caressing each other's bodies. All the time she would be whispering in my ear about how useless cocks were.
"What if someone comes in?" said Mandy looking around nervously.
"It will be fine," Dave said pushing her head firmly towards his cock that was raging in her hand.
"Just a little suck," Mandy said as she dropped to her knees and started to lick the end of the cock like it was a lollipop. Then she opened her lips and took the head into her mouth accompanied by cheers of encouragement from the circle of ghosts who had gathered around them.
Unbeknown to Mandy, who was focused on not choking on Dave's cock, the boy had got his smartphone from his pocket and was videoing her mouth wrapped around his cock.
"What the fuck," said Mandy when she realised what he was doing.
"Gotta let the guys know you are primed and ready," Dave laughed not stopping the filming. The boy smirked as he went on, "Your talented mouth is captured perfectly on video so you are one step towards being an Onlyfans star."
Mandy just laughed as she lifted her skirt to show she was naked underneath, and Dave's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in her sparse pubic hair trimmed to a perfect landing strip.
